Two months already?!

Yes, today my little one turns two months old.  I can't believe it.  It has gone so quickly and dragged on all at the same time. 

I just have to look at her little face to know that we are so very blessed.

Things could have gone so horribly wrong so many times, but my little warrior pressed on and persevered.  I am so proud of her. 

It seems like it wasn't so long ago that I sat up in bed one night when I realized that what was different about  Kenna was that she no longer slept under her plastic blanket.  And then it wasn't long after that we saw an eye...then two.  She has made such progress in so many areas.  She no longer has any IVs, her central line was removed.  She is on full feeds and they keep increasing as she proves her ability to digest all they can give her.  They have increased the calories of her feeds up to the maximum of 30 from plain old milk which is 20 calories. 

She had the good fortune to be born with good skin.  Where it should have been weak and ripped, leaving her exposed to germs and infections, Kenna's has been strong.  She has always looked remarkably good for being sixteen weeks early. 

While Kenna still has that pesky PDA, it is smaller.  It doesn't seem to be negatively impacting her heart.  And there has been no further mention of potential surgery.  The longer we can wait, the better.

The number of transfusions she has been receiving has decreased greatly, too.  And there is some hope that with the new vitamin and iron supplements she is receiving that she will no longer require any.  That doesn't worry me in the least.  In time all will be healed.

So, we're still seeing progress, though it is gradual.  She has been flirting with two pounds for over a week.  There's been a lot of winking, a few cat calls, but two pounds has yet to seal the deal.  That's just the way it is.  For now.  Just like we aren't able to hold her much...for now.  And just like she is better off in the hospital...for now. 

We'll certainly be celebrating three months in the hospital...and possibly four months.  And if Mawmaw Vicki keeps bringing them goodies to celebrate, they may keep her forever.  Mawmaw Vicki's baking is that good. 

So glad you are here, Kenna Claire.  May you only remember the good times.